The baby that passed away

I had to tell someone today that the baby passed away. It was really difficult. Telling people over the phone is so different than in person. They look at me with eyes of compassion but I am clearly in and out of a comatose fog. I'm trying to relive life as normal, yet I am walking around with this sick hole of emptiness inside of me.It's impossible to ignore a brokenheart. Little things that I before took for granted are suddenly huge, yet the big things don't matter. In an indirect way I am avoiding going to places where I might have to explain where is that baby girl that was living inside of me?